Gang Starr - Doe In Advance lyrics

Original bladhead Crooklynite, rudeboy instructor I came back to lay down law, motherf**er I'll crush you, because you appear to be a s**er One more false move, I'll grab my toast and I'll bust ya And you, stop talking sh** and pa** the L Got mad clientel, real n***as know me well Other rappers go on tour and stay in their hotels Me and my boys, we're as true as they come, son We come from some ill life experience and take rap serious I'm curious about the fakers and the frauds About the silly-a** broad and about all the bullsh** going on So when I step into the club I come hardcore Rip the mic to shreds plus skunk before encore And after that I just max (max) Like Max Julien I'm the authentic Mack So just relax, and keep the cuts like a lance We gots no worries, we get the dough in advance Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x) Watch me, I got the b**h chumps on the spot, G And when I rock these fly honeys want to jock me So copy this one son, you f**ing biter Shut the hell up, you're damn right I don't like ya I'll spit on your style, sh** on your crew with a smile f**s no, you ain't wild, we've been in your file You fantasy ruffneck, go bluff with your tec But you'd better show respect or blood will drip like sweat Check yourself because now there's doo doo in your pants I enhance the dance and get the loot in advance Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x) "Doe in Advance" is the name of this tune You know what's up hops, GangStarr's in the room Soon you'll feel the boom of masterpiece from the East Nuff respect to where you're from, just don't act dumb We drop the sh** that's cla**ic, you can't surpa** it We lasted, and now we run sh**, you ba*tard I'm like an ambush, moving on you quick Got more depth than shallow rappers cause my game is thick A thousand MC's in a week I subtract Cause the market's oversaturated with scrub acts Who wants to try next, and who wants to die next? I'm vexed with motherf**ers, whose dome should I fly next? Up from the alley, now the riches I acquire Cats are coming by the wire, rhymes are chariots of fire Call me the don, call me the man, or call me sir But never forget this n***a knows the score For cometition, yo there's no f**ing chance My troop is popping through clocking dough in advance Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x)